Autumn Heyday SS
Golden leaves in flight up high
Amber hues paint the sunlit sky
The heat of sunshine fades away
The air turns crisper day by day
Sour scent of decay on the way,
Autumn in midst of its heyday.
Forgiveness is essential, I am told,
but it makes me think of the rule of gold.
When I think of the mistakes I've made,
all the harm I have conveyed,
and the second chances I've been given,
I still hope to be forgiven.
So, when it comes to forgiving others,
the golden rule applies to my brothers.
Autumn Sway
golden leaves in flight
chilly breeze whirls through the trees
sunshine fades away
rancid scent hangs in the air
autumn firmly holds its sway.
GOLDEN SUN DESCENDING
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golden sun descends
warmth lingers in autumn air
gratitude lingers
GOLDEN AUTUMN
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golden leaves descend,
whisper tales of summer,
sun-kissed memories.
cool, gentle breeze carries them,
to earth, a gilded slumber.
A croaking echo, dark and deep,
A princess shivers in her sleep.
She lost her golden ball of light,
To a monstrous, endless night.
The moon hangs, a violet stain,
As the bog begins to rain.
A frog, with skin of slimy green,
Leaps from a shadow, rarely seen.
"I'll find your ball," it rasps and sighs,
with golden flecks within its eyes.
But as it speaks, the sound turns dread,
A monstrous voice, not what it said.
Its body swells, a horrid sight,
Engulfing all the fading light.
The frog is gone, the monster's here,
And the princess screams in primal fear.
The violet sky starts to decay,
As the monster grins and starts to play.
The golden ball, a final gleam,
Sinks with the girl into the stream.
Would a snack-happy
happy snacker
with a snacky itch to scratch
be a happy snacker
if he snacked a happy snack
such as a happy cracker
or could there be a catch
as it was not enough
healthy happy snacky stuff
and he'd need something to munch
with a much more succulent crunch
a Grannie Smith or Golden Delic'
a happy snack-like pick
happily snackily
should really do the trick
Shining blanket drapes the early morning sky,
Under its glow, vibrant shadows made to flow,
New golden rise awakens a renewed hope.
King Midas and The Golden Touch
A wish was granted to a king
King Midas I am told.
He wished that everything he touched
Would turn to solid gold.
But soon he found he couldn’t eat,
He couldn’t drink nor sleep -
His pantaloons had turned to gold,
His horses and a sheep.
And so he prayed his wish be gone
Admitting to his greed,
He had to jump into a lake
In order to be freed.
And as he jumped into that lake
The bottom turned to gold -
That gold was gathered by a king
King Croesus I am told.
A wink from the sun woke me at dawn.
I yawned, lazily stretched and smiled as
I felt the gentle touch of his warm fingers.
With golden majesty, he rose in the sky,
greeting the morning with his usual flair.
Honeyed ginger across warm skies
lavish venues painted in broad luscious strokes
~ summer magic in your eyes
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025
sky soaks sunrise hues
gleamed sequins gild the meadow…
golden sunflowers
at first light it glows
arising low in the east ~
a gold painted sky
morning news broadcast
nothing good except this day's
contrary golden sunrse
the morning sunrise
for a brief moment in time
gold drives out the blue
the evening sunset
for a brief moment in time
gold staves off the black
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